Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doe Doe Doe, artist - Big Scoob. Album song Monsterifik, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.09.2009
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Doe Doe Doe |
Doe doe doe |
Johnny Richter |
Cottinmouth King |
Big Scoob |
That doe doe doe |
I only mess with the name Strange, like come straight out the labretory |
Like Cam Dog, Dumptruck, and the Morning Glory |
I’ll turn the early girl into an early queen |
Have you feenin for a bag of my G13 |
It cost big bucks to hit the shit that we smoke |
What’s the Mac truck run on? |
Dezle |
What we need lungs for? |
It’s for those who don’t know who’s on the flow |
It’s Johnny Richter, I’ve been down since the pound of my gold |
I got that doe doe doe, you only keepin the Jordan |
Weed stink so bad, it smell like a scunk in your car |
Straight from southern California, where the grass always green |
Mix the blues, yellows, purples and oranges |
Know what I mean? |
My favorites the green Crack, cause it taste so sweet |
With ear wax, it’s like hash from King’s Candy |
From panaps to carcrash, yeah I’m back in the best |
So when I pack it, ain’t no stress |
See the Crack in your chest |
I got that |
Doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
I got that doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight |
I got that Purple Haze |
Got them Kushes, got that Bubba |
Back in 98 |
We be pushin many pushers |
Hard to keep them straight |
Came from Cali out the vally, you can’t relate |
Indenisias and Setivas every 60 days |
With that Lemon I be winnin, keep my thunders blazed |
Got them moanin, now they want it, call it Lemon cake |
Drop the hammer with bananas, should’ve seen they face |
Switched to berrys, see me coughin, then I bring the 8 |
Not to mention, that I’m mixin up my own strain |
Mix that Bubba with that K, need to blow your brain |
Probably call it Choppaholic, boy, I love the name |
When you light it, it’s ignited like the chopper’s flame |
Ain’t no faken, ain’t no mistaken, boy, I know the game |
This really hit like a blow of Caine |
And I been reading on this strain they call it Alian |
When I get it, watch me flip it |
Imma fuck the game |
Doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
I got that doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight |
I got a Cali connection, I’m King Kush |
That’ll give you niggas blue dreams, smokin like some true feends |
I could holla at Rello, and get the plug on that LA confedential |
And show you niggas some true green |
Buckle up, cause that sour dezle could take you for a long ride |
That Hog’s Breath will leave you hog tied |
You need a tester, I’m the ball guide |
Bad times Boogie got that Moonshine |
Joonior got that high tied |
Pure Kush, Hairawanna and the ultimet kill |
Ultimet high, the best time fuckin with them |
Some butifull tops, they fluffy like green pillows |
I’m sorry baby, but I’m cheatin with a white widow |
She keep me beaned up, an addict for the theme, bruh |
Double down on Double Dog, give myself a mean rush |
Boogie hit the same crutch with the same touch |
Locked in the swisher, but remember, flush the blunt guts |
Doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
I got that doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight |
I’m in county California, a Marijuana mecha |
The capitol of cronics, say the name and they respect ya |
Connected with the seeds, gifted with the trees |
So if you askin me, it’s safe to say that we perfected weed |
Yes indeed I got a swagger, elergic to the bammer |
Half my life I been a grower, or dealer, major factor |
In the game, there’s way too many strains for me to name |
Best believe before the fame, I made some change from Mari Jane |
Thousand pound deals, 60 akors in the hills |
Come snoop around the propperty, get buried in the fields |
My crew is filled with knuckleheads, who always keep it real |
Keep a shotgun in the tent, piss hundred dollar bills |
Got that doe doe if you need some |
The bro with two green thumbs |
If you got the chips, I’ll send my bitches on the weed run |
We flippin bricks and hittin licks, so coppy what my team does |
My lyrics are legit, so holla at me for the green buz |
Doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
I got that doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
That doe doe doe |
Man, we push so many pushers, it’s hard to keep them all straight |